The Fortune of the Rougons eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 466 pages of information about The Fortune of the Rougons.

The Fortune of the Rougons eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 466 pages of information about The Fortune of the Rougons.
direction of the wall.  Silvere quickly descended.  When he was in the little yard again, he remained by the wall to listen, irritated by his flight.  After a few minutes he ventured to climb again and cast a glance into the Jas-Meiffren, but he saw Justin speaking with Miette, and quickly withdrew his head.  On the following day he could see nothing of his friend, not even in the distance; she must have finished her work in that part of the Jas. A week passed in this fashion, and the young people had no opportunity of exchanging a single word.  Silvere was in despair; he thought of boldly going to the Rebufats to ask for Miette.

The party-well was a large one, but not very deep.  On either side of the wall the curb formed a large semicircle.  The water was only ten or twelve feet down at the utmost.  This slumbering water reflected the two apertures of the well, two half-moons between which the shadow of the wall cast a black streak.  On leaning over, one might have fancied in the vague light that the half-moons were two mirrors of singular clearness and brilliance.  Under the morning sunshine, when the dripping of the ropes did not disturb the surface of the water, these mirrors, these reflections of the heavens, showed like white patches on the green water, and in them the leaves of the ivy which had spread along the wall over the well were repeated with marvellous exactness.

One morning, at an early hour, Silvere, as he came to draw water for aunt Dide, bent over the well mechanically, just as he was taking hold of the rope.  He started, and then stood motionless, still leaning over.  He had fancied that he could distinguish in the well the face of a young girl who was looking at him with a smile; however, he had shaken the rope, and the disturbed water was now but a dim mirror that no longer reflected anything clearly.  Silvere, who did not venture to stir, and whose heart beat rapidly, then waited for the water to settle.  As its ripples gradually widened and died away, he perceived the image reappearing.  It oscillated for a long time, with a swing which lent a vague, phantom-like grace to its features, but at last it remained stationary.  It was the smiling countenance of Miette, with her head and shoulders, her coloured neckerchief, her white bodice, and her blue braces.  Silvere next perceived his own image in the other mirror.  Then, knowing that they could see each other, they nodded their heads.  For the first moment, they did not even think of speaking.  At last they exchanged greetings.

“Good morning, Silvere.”

“Good morning, Miette.”

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